Crimson Servant

Chapter 60 Falling into Danger
  There was darkness all around, and there was the sound of falling gravel above his head. John propped up his arm in pain. The burning pain in his left arm brought him bad news. He had a fracture, and the dislocated bone spur had pricked him. Broken flesh. John coughed twice and wiped the dust from his lips. The pain in his mind was like an invading tide. He forced himself to forget these discomforts and think about the current situation.

John fell, and the unexpected situation caught everyone off guard. He remembered what he had glanced at in a hurry when he fell, a dragon entwined with fire and blood. The sense of crisis of death cast a haze on the injured warlock, and John clearly realized that the horror that could kill him had arrived.

The color of his pupils turned deep red, and John's robe automatically assisted him to stand up without any wind. Through his magical vision, John could clearly see the darkness around him. It was a cave lined with stalagmites. Broken stone slabs pressed against the side walls, creating a safe triangle above his head.

Aside from a broken arm, John was safe for the time being.

John understood that all this was only temporary. The death threat brought by the evil dragon bit him tightly with the pain in his arm. He needed to move immediately, deal with the injury and make some preparations. But the ominous premonition is very strong, and the pessimistic reality may not give him much time.

Dragons are intelligent magical creatures, which means they have plans and purposes. The dragon's attack is by no means an accident. The battle has just begun.

Dark red light illuminated the cave in the distance, and a slight hot wind blew John's hair. He heard vibrations and an approaching roar.

It came closer without any deviation, as if there were some signposts guiding this dangerous monster.

John's heart tightened. He was in such a state that he could never face the enemy head-on. Veltis's Sinful Chains began to treat the wound urgently, and the cuff of his left arm was tightened. The tight fibers fixed the bones in the correct position and stopped the bleeding. John gritted his teeth. While his body was damaged, he used strength to increase the pain in his mind. Next, he had to escape from the dragon's claws. The situation was so bad that John wanted to curse fate.

There was a movement behind him, and a pull on the robe pulled him toward the wall.

With a thought in John's mind, the charged chain was secretly ready to attack. His body fell backwards, and the pulling force came from behind his body, from his lower back. John thought quickly, understood the source of the power, and stopped the attack. He turned toward the direction of the pull and lowered his head.

Jurgen's grape-sized eyes glowed with a deep purple glow in the darkness.

He held John behind him with one hand and pressed him against the wall. He took a step forward and looked at the red light surging in the distance.

"Quiet... you are injured!" The dwarf druid noticed John's left arm hanging limply. After the spell was lifted, the blood had completely soaked the sleeve. Jurgen was so anxious that he immediately healed John's broken arm, looking at the increasingly intense fire from time to time.

"Fuck Tiamat! This big lizard really knows how to find its way."

"It's not advisable to stay here for a long time. We won't have time to escape..."

"It's too late." Jurgen poured all the cool natural power into John's broken bones. His voice was calm and composed, as if no difficulty could defeat him. "Leaving now will undoubtedly collide with it."

John's reason forced him to agree with the dwarf's words.

"We can't fight it. It's twenty feet tall. It's at least in its youth."

"But I can hold it off," Jurgen said calmly.

The dwarf's words aroused John's uneasiness, "Jurgen, don't you think... blocking the knife for Carl hasn't taught you a lesson?" John clenched his fists, and the pain from the fracture filled his body. Shiver.

Jurgen's head was always staring at the destructive fire, leaving only a silhouette of the young warlock's back.

"John, do you still remember the purpose of your coming to the dungeon? You haven't seen your family yet... I have seen it, no matter how bad the situation is, I have seen it. Next time, it's your turn. I will let you have witnessed."

John felt the pain creep up on his nerves again, and he tried to think of a better way, trying his best to make some incoherent words.

"Maybe there is a chance. As long as we use the right method, we are not incapable of resisting a dragon. As long as we are prepared and the personnel are in place..."

"Karl can do it." Jurgen even said with a smile, "Karl can definitely do it, that kid can always burst out with amazing energy. But I am not Karl, John. I can't stop a dragon, but I can hinder it until Karl When you come, he will definitely protect you, he swore an oath."

"Do you just believe him that much? This should obviously be your first contact."

"I have the same answer as you, I'm sure." ˆ ˆ ˆ "..."

"It was unintentional. Although my interaction with him started from this adventure, we didn't have much contact. I just gave him a push from behind. The surprise was the same as when I first heard the praise of Saiman. He With visible growth under my eyes, I watched this young man stand on his own and become a mature warrior. I am so proud of Carl Demiras, he has become a proud and proud partner of mine."

"...You shouldn't say this to me."

Jurgen patted John on the shoulder and smiled without saying a word.

[Saeman, is he an enhanced version of Karl? 】

[No, Saiman is a weakened version of you. 】

The charging red dragon roared, and its hot breath swallowed up everything around it. In the blink of an eye, the land becomes a furnace, stalagmites turn into molten droplets, the air becomes hot, and day emerges from darkness. The rock wall in front of me could not withstand the high temperature and began to fall apart.

In the midst of this apocalypse, Jurgen rushes out.

"I was a neglectful father, but I won't fail again!"

"Come on, little lizard, come and bite me!"

The druid succeeded in angering Azames. Even if this red dragon is crazy, the arrogance and evil engraved in its bones will instinctively drive it to crush any small insect that jumps in front of it. The red dragon raised its front paws and rushed towards the dwarf with the force of a landslide.

The fragments flew horizontally, between the dragon's claws, and the flying eagle flew up and pecked at the red dragon's eyes.

The dragon's wings flapped, and a storm forced the flying eagle back. Just as Jurgen was trying to maintain his balance in the crazy whirlwind, the explosive dragon's breath came immediately and swallowed the tiny bird.

The rock ignited into a sea of ​​fire. The red dragon snorted and turned its vision to the dark corner on the other side. It could feel that the thing that attracted it was there. That familiar feeling was consistent with what he had experienced in his dream. The smell of corruption was more pungent than sulfur. Opening his fangs, Azames gathered his breath again.

"Roar!"

The giant bear with burning fur jumped up from the sea of ​​fire. While the red dragon was taking a deep breath, he jumped on its head and hooked the scales. Jurgen raised his claws and smashed them down furiously.

"Roar!" Azames shook his head hard, but the big bear above his head seemed to be stuck to his skull. The red dragon tried several times, but his ferocity was aroused. He shook his head and hit the rock wall, resisting the pain and dizziness. Jurgen's condition was worse than that, but the dwarf never relaxed his grip, even if his mouth and nose were bleeding, and the burnt hair rolled out of his flesh.

A sound of armor clashing revealed the visitor.

Here he comes, Carl DeMillas.

The paladin was disgraced and his armor was covered with heavy dust. He was not seriously injured in the fall, but was attracted by the sound of the red dragon. At this time, the sword was unsheathed. Karl raised his head and looked at the beast above the red dragon. He recognized who it was.

"Father!"

Jurgen must have heard it.

The damaged face looked this way.

The beast loosened its claws and fell into the fire.

(End of this chapter)